Chapter 22
22
Greer
Tonight might be the biggest fundraiser event for Grant. And I’m afraid I’m going to ruin everything. I look in the mirror. The dress is stunning, but my baby bump is starting to show. God help me because all I can hear right now is my mother’s voice, telling me what a disgrace I am. I twist, frowning. Maybe I should pick something else to wear? Or maybe even put on some shape wear…
“My god.”
I turn, finding Grant standing in the doorway. He’s wearing a black tux similar to the one he wore when we got married. He looks stunning. I, on the other hand, look like a whale.
“That bad?”
His eyebrows lift. “Bad? Baby, what are you talking about?”
I gesture to my dress. “I look terrible.”
He closes the distance between us, pulling me into his arms.
“You look so fucking beautiful that it’s taking everything in my power not to lift your skirt and fuck you.” He exhales. “But Somya and Corbin will never forgive me if we’re late. Again.”
I snort before I can stop myself.
“That makes me feel a bit better.”
He looks at me, and then nods, as if he’s decided on something.
“Grant…I don’t like that look in your eyes.”
“Turn around and face the mirror.”
“Grant, we can’t be late…”
He swats my butt hard enough to let me know he’s not going to repeat himself, but not enough to actually hurt.
Sighing, I spin to face the mirror. We make a lovely couple, really. He towers over me by a foot even with the heels that I’m wearing. My dark green dress was chosen because it brings out my eyes, but it’s still too tight around my stomach. I tug at the material, as if it will somehow change how the dress is made. Grant’s hand covers mine, stopping my movement.
“Tell me what you see right now.”
“Grant, you probably don’t want to know what I see.”
“Tell me.”
I exhale and hold his gaze in the mirror.
“I see you and all your perfection. Your bowtie was chosen to match my dress, which I appreciate, but I’m worried my dress is what people will talk about tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
“It doesn’t fit me the way it should. It’s too tight around my stomach. If I was thinner, it might be flattering around my baby bump, but because of my weight I just look fat.”
There. I’ve spoken my truth. I exhale, blinking back tears.
Grant asks, “Do you want to know what I see?”
“I’m sure you don’t see the same thing I do.”
“You’re right. I don’t. I see the most beautiful woman in the world who happens to be my wife and the mother of my child.” His hand goes to my stomach, cupping the underside of my baby bump. “You’re keeping our little one safe in there and it fucking amazes me.”
He rubs his nose against my neck before kissing the spot behind my ear that drives me crazy.
“The color of the dress is fucking perfect. It brings out your eyes and you know I fucking love your eyes.” His hand moves, cupping my breast. “I have warring opinions on the neckline of the dress. No one should get to see your luscious breasts except for me.”
My laugh turns into a moan when he slips his hand into my dress, finding my nipple. My nipples have been super sensitive, so this bit of contact has heat flooding my core. I lean into his touch as he rolls my nipple, toying with it.
“Men are going to look at you tonight and see what a goddess you are.” He kisses my neck. “My goddess.” He moves to my other nipple. “Hendrix is going to have to watch me because I’ll gouge out the eyes of any man who looks at you for too long.”
I press my thighs together, trying to get some relief from the pressure that’s building. Grant notices and gives me a wicked smile.
“Are my words turning you on, wife?”
I nod, because they are.
“Well, what shall we do about it?” He gives me another smile. “I have an idea.”
Slowly, he hikes up my skirt with one hand. With his other hand, he reaches between my legs, pushing my panties aside. I exhale loudly when he runs his finger along my seam, finding my clit. He holds my gaze as he toys with me, slowly bringing me higher and higher.
I groan. “I want to come, sir.”
“Do you want to come like this, or shall I give you my cock?”
“Your cock. Always your cock,” I beg.
He lifts his hand, bringing his finger to his mouth. My knees actually feel weak as I watch him suck my arousal from his digit.
“If we had more time, I’d undress you, but, as you mentioned, Somya will never forgive us if we’re late. So I’m going to bend you over the bed and fuck you, and then we’re going to walk out of here and go to this party.” He kisses my neck again. “I want you to smell like me. I want your pussy full of my cum. And if I see you doubting how beautiful you are at any point tonight, I’ll have no problem pulling you into a bathroom to remind you just how fucking gorgeous you are. Understand?”
I nod.
“Good girl.”
He walks me to the bed, bending me over it. I moan when he lifts my skirt.
There’s movement behind me and Grant says, “Look over here.”
He’s moved the mirror over enough that I can see myself in it. But from this angle, I’ll also be able to watch as we have sex. Good lord. I didn’t think it was possible to get wetter between my legs. I was wrong.
Holding my gaze in the mirror, Grant unbuttons his black slacks, freeing his cock. He strokes it a few times before moving toward me. I moan when I feel the tip brush against my opening.
“Look at my pretty wife,” Grant says as he slides into me. “Taking my cock like such a good girl.”
I make an incoherent sound as he slides into me again.
“I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world,” he says as he thrusts. “To have a wife like you.”
“Grant,” I pant. “I…I?—”
My words end on a gasp as he hits that sweet spot deep inside that has my toes curling in pleasure.
“Tell me, pretty girl, do you want me to drag this out or are you ready to come?”
“I want to come. Please, sir.”
He smiles and rocks into me again. When his finger finds my clit, I shudder, coming apart around him. He rocks into me before finding his own release. Slowly, he pulls out of me, letting my panties fall back into place. I watch him tuck his cock in his pants and let out a small laugh.
“You definitely have a breeding kink.”
I stand and can feel our juices soaking into my panties.
“Don’t even think about changing your underwear.”
“You’re not the one who has to walk around in them all night.” I give him a cheeky smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll still have a cream pie even if I change.”
He groans. “Fuck. That’s something I never thought I’d hear you say. It’s sexy as hell.”
“What? Cream pie?”
He nods. “My favorite dessert.”
I snort, unable to stop. “I have a book you might like, then. It’s called His Holiday Treat .”
“You and your books. Text me the name and I’ll check it out.” He gives me a long look. “Go and change your panties. I’ll let Hendrix know we’re on our way down.”
I’m smiling as I grab a new pair of panties and go to the bathroom. After, I go to the sink to wash my hands. When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel beautiful.
Grant is waiting for me in the living room.
“Ready?”
“I am.”
Hendrix waits for us outside of our door and leads the way to the waiting SUV. The ride across town takes about an hour, but it’s to be expected in Dallas traffic on a Friday night.
I ask Grant, “Did Somya send over a schedule for the fundraiser?”
I’ve learned there’s always a schedule, even at informal events.
Grant says, “When we get there, we’re supposed to go straight to the dance floor for one dance. Then we can sit at our table while approved donors are brought to us to talk. I’ll give my speech at ten and then more dancing.” He gives me a wry smile. “It’s going to be a while before I get my dessert.”
“Poor boy. Are Hannah and Brooks coming?”
He shakes his head. “Brooks is scared to let Hannah out of the house right now. He’s afraid she’s going to go into premature labor.”
“An understandable fear.”
“Indeed.”
We arrive at the hotel where the fundraiser is being held. It’s owned by the Brotherhood, so I’m not surprised when I spot some of their security detail. I’m also not shocked to see Hendrix directing security guards hired by Grant.
“Are you ready to stun the good people of Dallas, Mrs. Carter?”
“I am.”
Hand-in-hand, we make our way into the hotel. Somya and Corbin greet us, leading the way to the ballroom. People clap as we make our way to the dance floor. Grant pulls me into his arms and the music starts.
“You’re such a wonderful dancer,” I say as we spin.
I’ve told him before, but it’s the truth. He’s light on his feet and has no problems leading.
“You make it easy, dear wife.”
I’m smiling as we make our next turn. My gaze lands on Charles and Aimée, who stand near the wall.
As we spin away, I say to Grant, “I didn’t know my cousin was going to be here tonight.”
Grant is the one looking around and his gaze narrows.
“Neither did I.”
“Brotherhood business or campaign?”
“I’m guessing campaign unless someone else has died.”
I laugh before I can stop myself.
I say, “I know it’s not funny, but it kind of is…”
His lips twitch. “I know what you mean. Definitely not an ideal time to be an Elite Member.”
“Does it make you nervous?” He gives me a questioning look, so I elaborate. “Knowing someone is killing Elite Members.”
“It makes me nervous for you.”
“Me?”
“You’re the only thing I care about in this world, Greer. If something were to happen to you…” He shakes his head. “Let’s just say the extra security isn’t for me.”
My lips part. “Grant. I had no idea.”
“That I love you?”
I smack his chest and his eyebrows lift in surprise.
“What was that for?”
“You can’t say you love me while we’re in the middle of a dancefloor!”
He grins. “I plan to tell you often, Little Fae, so get used to it.”
“I love you, too, Grant Aragorn Carter.”
His lips brush against mine. “Say it again.”
“Grant Aragorn Carter…”
He pulls me even closer. “You know what I mean.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. So fucking much.”
The song comes to an end. I couldn’t stop smiling right now even if I wanted. Holding my hand, Grant leads me from the dance floor. We head toward our table, but Charles and Aimée step in front of us, stopping us.
“Please step out of the way. My wife needs to rest.”
Charles says, “It’s interesting that I learned of her pregnancy from the news and not from the two of you directly.”
“Why would we tell you?” I ask. “You have nothing to do with our marriage.”
Charles laughs, keeping a pleasant expression on his face. “That’s where you’re wrong and we all know it. Now, what are you having?”
“A baby.”
“Don’t play daft. You know what I mean.”
Grant says, “Watch your tone with my wife, Blanc.”
“I’m not going to ask again, Carter.” He waits a beat and says, “Fine. I have other means of finding out.”
Grant tenses next to me and says, “You stay out of our lives, Blanc, or I’ll make sure the entire world knows what a fucking monster you are.”
“Me? I’m innocent.” He smiles again. “I’ve kept my hands clean over the years. You, Tempting God, cannot say the same.”
Grant says, “Careful. I’d hate to bring up the skeletons in your closet with your wife at your side.”
Aimée says, “I know everything my husband has done.”
“I doubt that.” Grant takes my hand. “I’ll see you at the Brotherhood meeting next week.”
As we walk around them, Charles says, “I have a feeling it may be postponed again.”
Grant glances over his shoulder. “It’s happening even if you’re not there. We’re invoking Rule 200.”
I watch Charles to see his reaction. His face remains neutral, but his left eye twitches. Good. He deserves this.
We reach our table and Grant pulls out my chair before sitting next to me.
“Do you really know things that Charles has done?”
Grant says, “I’ve made it a point to know.”
“Oh?”
“You’re better off not knowing, Little Fae. The knowledge could hurt you, and I won’t let that happen.”
“I’m not going to point out that not knowing puts me at risk, too…”
He says, “Let’s see how this meeting goes next week. If he does what he’s supposed to, then there’s no need to tell you.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“Then you’ll know just how far Charles has gone to make sure the Brotherhood doesn’t fail.”
I glance over my shoulder to see Charles and Aimée leaving.
“Guess we can’t count on their donation tonight.”
Grant snorts. “Guess not. We don’t need their money, anyway.”
“Do you think he’s really going to try to find out what we’re having?”
“I wouldn’t put anything past him.”
“He said something that was odd the day we were married. He told me I had to marry you to ensure the Blanc line continued. When I pointed out that the child would only be half-Blanc, he said it wasn’t my place to understand.” I pause. “What if there’s some kind of clause that we don’t know about?”
“With the Brotherhood?”
“No. With Grandfather or even my dad.”
“It’s possible. It would explain why he’s so invested in our relationship. I’ll have Brooks do some digging. See what he comes up with. If he doesn’t find anything, I’ll reach out to Irons.”
“Irons?”
“He’s good at finding things…on the seedy side of life.”
“And you trust him?”
“I do.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“Okay. Now, would you like to dance again, or shall I fetch my wife some sweets?”
I grin. “You know me too well.”
“Sweets it is.”